#aw that was fun to answer an ask again maybe I'll do some more

[i-want-my-iwtv]

I will be delusional as I want BUT I'll pretend that tom cruise going back to Warner Bros means we'll finally get the deleted scenes from the iwtv please please manifesting

🙏🙏🙏 Anon, embrace being delusional! I wish! If anyone's connected with Warner Bros please please tell them we want the deleted scenes!

Anyway since we're on the topic... over the years I've talked about wanting the cut scenes, and I wanted to reflect for a moment on why we want them. I think we want them because, like a delicious cake, once it's all consumed, we still look at the serving plate, hoping we can still lick the icing off the knife, or maybe the baker has some leftover cake back in the kitchen?? Or maybe they can tell us that the secret ingredient to intensifying the chocolate is ESPRESSO... We just want another taste so badly! We want to know the secret ingredients that set it apart from other cakes. And some filmmakers know that, and sometimes they're happy to share the cut scenes on a DVD release, maybe with commentary as to why the scenes were cut, like:

"Here's a scene were Louis kills a priest and ultimately we had an overall run time limit of 2 hours, but it was otherwise a perfectly good scene."

"Here's part of a set of scenes we shot early on where Lestat shows mortal Louis what killing entails, and although we loved it, we ended up improving the Lestat makeup & hair a few weeks later, and for the sake of continuity we had to cut it bc we couldn't go back to that location to reshoot, or it would have taken too much time to fix in post, etc."

Giving over the cut scenes is a little like an artist showing the scrapped versions of a painting composition, and that's fine when the creator wants to invite the viewers into their artistic process, but I think the IWTV filmmakers at the time (and for years after) really wanted the '94 movie to be serious* to the point that releasing cut scenes could have undermined their overall vision... maybe they simply didn't want to invite the audience into their creative process.

(*Serious, BUT there was certainly plenty of beauty, charm, dark humor, intimacy, desire, so much more! Maybe the filmmakers cut scenes that THEY felt didn't mesh well with the overall story they wanted to tell, like putting together an outfit and choosing accessories that go better rather than others... you know?)

WITH THAT SAID... What cut scenes would you have liked to see? That's what fanfic and fanart are for, so tell us and maybe someone will be inspired to create it for all of us 💝

IF Tom was still part of VC at all... one of my personal fantasy casting ideas was to have Tom play the Marquis in TVL, and now he's really old enough to do it! 😅 Can you imagine?? Tom playing his own horrible father! Cast younger actors to play kid!Lestat, teen!Lestat, etc.?? Tom!Marquis showing obvious preference for his two older brothers and being horrible to Gabrielle... it could be amazing.

Obviously it wouldn't be adorable like this but... I've always loved Tom Cruise characters when he interacts with kids and teens, he's always seemed very in touch with his inner child, even when that inner child is more of a 12 yo brat. Whole novels could be written on his layered performances with child and teen actors, but for now, just a few thoughts...

^From Jerry Maguire. I can't quite articulate why this was so compelling... iirc, maybe because his character is really frustrated/demoralized in this scene, and there's something comforting about a kid naively telling you that "the human head weighs 8 pounds," as if to say, "Your problems are not really as big a deal as you think they are; live in the present moment." And Tom in this character seems to absorb that deeper meaning and it gives him some relief, it's a step towards his character's growth.

When Tom played Ray in War of the Worlds, he had a teenage son, and there was a heartbreaking scene where Ray had to choose between protecting his son or his daughter. From That Moment In:

Desperate to keep his family together, Ray is forced to leave the terrified Rachel alone for a moment as he puts his weight on Robbie and forces him to the ground as the air around them lights up with smoke and tracer fire. Meanwhile, another couple, fleeing the madness, sees Rachel standing by herself and attempt to rescue her, not knowing that her father is nearby. Looking back, Ray sees this and becomes torn between his children, not wanting to lose either but forced to choose. Robbie assures his father that this is what he wants, “I want to see this,” and to please let him go, which Ray finally, achingly, submits to, seeing that Rachel is being whisked away. Father and son say goodbye as Robbie runs over the crest and Ray rushes down to get his daughter as a hellfire of explosion overtake the hills, giving us the impression Robbie has met his end.

I just love the idea of Tom playing the very character that had caused so much pain for Lestat, that Lestat was always on defense from that man, looooong after he died. Despite all the torment the Marquis inflicted on Lestat, Lestat still gave him a comfortable place to live out his last few years, the roles pretty much reversed as happens with aging parents, Lestat actually nurturing this man (not always in the kindest way but still!) in his feeble old age... and couldn't bring himself to even kill him out of mercy.

Nature & Nurture, Lestat was damaged by his father genetically and emotionally in his formative years, and so much of Lestat's bravado and verbal attacks seem to be a shield for the awful feelings of growing up unloved, unwanted, and beaten for expressing his own desires. So much so that even in canon he often expresses the intensity of his desires far more eloquently and frequently in the narration than he's able to do verbally, even with the characters he cherishes the most. Because to express his love exposed himself to losing it.

Tom could for sure pull off a performance that would capture the Marquis, because he essentially played Lestat with the qualities of a victim perpetuating some of the abuse he suffered from the man who was supposed to be (and was!) his role model for becoming the man he became. 😭

#vampire chronicles #marquis de lioncourt #anon #cut scenes #vc casting #tom cruise #i love him your honor #war of the worlds #ray ferrier #robbie ferrier #That Moment In #iwantmyiwtv has opinions #meta analysis #not really but kinda sorta #Jerry Maguire #on ACTING #ask #aw that was fun to answer an ask again maybe I'll do some more #lestat #lestat de lioncourt #the vampire lestat #smtg smtg the act of Lestat restoring and updating the castle years later smtg smtg about how he didn't turn into his father smtg smtg

[24hlevi]

— DROWSY

suki (atla) x gn!reader

genre: fluff

summary: fluff prompt "aw, did you miss me?" from my 2.5k event

warnings: none!

i am so in love with her

you laid on your cot, half awake as you tried to read the book you'd been attempting to finish for the past two hours. the light was dim in your little room, and while you wanted to go to sleep, you figured you could wait until suki returned. that was three hours ago. you eventually sighed and closed the book, tossing it on the ground beside you and rubbing your face with your hands.

you understood that kyoshi training was a lot, and with her helping the others she often returned late, you didn't mind it. except for days like this when you just wanted to sleep and not worry about training for a few hours until the next day. you rested your head on the pillow and sighed again before rolling over onto your side, closing your eyes.

it wasn't until half an hour later when you heard the door slide open, getting quieter the more it opened as if the person was being cautious. you were awake still, so you obviously heard it knowing it was suki thinking you were asleep. you heard quiet shuffling around the room as you kept your eyes closed, the sound of armor being placed on the ground and soon enough you heard the shuffling grow closer making you open your eyes to see suki about to lay down next to you.

"sorry, i thought i was being quiet," she said in a hushed voice.

"i've been awake the whole time," you answered in a mumble. you then held your arms out and she took it as a sign, letting out a little chuckle before laying down next to you and letting you wrap your arms around her.

"aw, did you miss me?" suki teased lightly, poking your cheek. "you don't have to stay up, y'know."

"i didn't think it would take that long," you replied with a pout. "but yes, i did miss you." you admitted.

"i know, i know, i'm sorry," she pecked your lips, her hands cradling the sides of your face. "i promise tomorrow won't go on this late. some of the girls are having a difficult time with it but i swear it won't go on this late again."

"it's okay, i understand," you said. "i don't mind it really, you have your responsibilities and duties." you smiled.

suki smiled back at you and kissed your forehead gently. "i love you," she whispered softly. "thank you for everything and staying here with me."

"i love you too," you whispered in response. "you don't have to thank me, though. i'll always be by your side wherever you go."

she pressed a quick kiss against your lips before pulling you closer to her, having your head rest on your chest while her fingers played with your hair. "you know, i was thinking," she started. "it's only if you want to but, maybe we could go somewhere."

"mm? what do you mean by that?" you asked.

"i mean, out of the island," she answered. "you could show me your hometown, or we could go up north. anywhere, really."

"you want to?" you questioned, eyes glancing up at her.

"yeah," she nodded. "i would like to."

you smiled and nodded. "then, i think we should. it'd be fun, and i'm sure my family would love to meet you. especially as the great warrior you are." you said.

"i am a great warrior, aren't i?" suki claimed with pride.

"don't get cocky just cause i said it."

"i know, i know. you love me, though."

"i do."

#avatar the last airbender x reader #avatar the last airbender #atla x you #atla x reader #atla imagine #atla la #atla suki #atla scenarios #suki x reader #suki imagine #suki scenarios #2500 follower event

[the-offside-rule]

Lando Norris (McLaren) - The Park

Requested: on wattpad

Prompt: Dad Lando doesn't know when women are flirting with him

Warnings: none

You walked out into the joined kitchen and living room to see Lando sitting on the sofa with your three year old son Jack, munching on some cereal and watching cartoons. Ever since he came back from the last race, he'd been lounging about on the sofa. "Lando? Can you clean up the cereal off the table please?" Lando hummed, not even listening. "Can you do it now please?" He nodded. "Yeah, sure." You glared at him. "Okay, let's go out and not be lazy today, sound good?" you asked. The Two boys were still entranced by the television. "Y-yeah, yeah definitely." You grunted to yourself. "Okay so what are we doing?" Lando was still silent. "Lando?" silence. "Lando." Nothing. "Lando!" Not even the sound of a breath. You clapped your hands together loudly, startling Lando a little bit. "Lando! We are going out with Jack!" Lando looked down to the little human beside him and smiled. "So buddy, what do you want to do today?" he asked. Jack gasped and looked up to his dad. "Park! Park!" he chanted.

You and Lando shared a look. "Sound good?" Lando smiled and nodded. "Okay perfect. Let's go get your coat on Jack, yeah?" Jack jumped up and ran to the front door, trying to grab a hold of his coat. "Have fun bubs, I'm going to call Jon for a workout-" You stopped him from walking away. "Lando Norris, you're coming to the park." You said with your hands on your hips. "Aw but bubs-" You cut him off. "Don't but bubs me! Get up and get dressed!" Lando pouted, trying to guilt trip you but it wasn't working. "Do you know how ridiculous you look?" Lando groaned and gave in. "Oh fine." You smiled and watched as he walked back to the room to go and change.

Lando sat on the bench watching Jack as he sprinted around the place, wanting to have a go on everything. He smiled as he heard the squeals and laughs of his son as he ran around playing catch with his mother. You felt your phone buzz in your pocket. Someone was calling. "Hello?" Lando furrowed his eyebrows. "Oh, okay. I'll be right over." You hun gup and brought Jack back over. "I have to go to the post office. Something about our PO box." You said. "But we just got here." Lando groaned. "Exactly, that's why you're staying here while I go and collect whatever is in the PO box." Lando opened and closed his mouth trying to form an answer but by the time he did, you were gone. "Daddy? Can we go back to the slide?" Lando let out a sigh and nodded. "Sure, let's go."

Lando watched Jack slide down again and again and he never got tired of it. Lando found himself smiling at the child. He was just simply adorable. "Aw, which one is yours?" Lando turned around to see a blonde haired woman followed by a few others beside him. "Oh erm, up there on the slide." Lando said pointing to Jack. "Isn't he just precious! Must get it from his father." Lando didn't have the common sense to tell that the woman was flirting with him so he happily played along. "Probably. Which one is yours then?" he asked trying to keep a conversation going. Unbeknownst to him, you had just pulled into the park in the car and arched a brow upon seeing Lando talking to a few other women. "What the-" you watched for a few more seconds as they laughed together and then, the turning point came. One of them touched his shoulder. Your blood boiled and out you stormed towards the park.

"Maybe we should hang out sometime?" the blonde woman asked. "Oh yeah, my wife is always looking for someone to have a double date with. That would be great." Lando chirped. You held in a laugh as you watched the awkward mess unfold. "No, no! I mean how about just you an dme sometime?" The ladies around them gave uncertain looks at each other. They must have found it weird too. Lando just shrugged his shoulders. "Well I'm busy training most of the time." he said. "Oh I can tell." You cringed upon hearing those words. Who the hell did she think she was? Lando literally told her about you! "Yeah, I have to keep up my fitness. My job sort of requires it." He explained. "Oh really? How so?" You shook your head in disbelief as Lando continued on to explain how he was a driver and how he had to keep his fitness up to withstand the immense G force that they must undergo, and how-

A loud cry cut Lando off from his conversation as he looked over to Jack crying on the ground. Your heart sank. Lando sprinted over and bent down in a worried state. "Daddy, I fell." Jack wailed as Lando approached. Lando picked him up and pressed a kiss onto his forehead. "It's okay buddy. Just don't tell your mother, she'll be really disappointed with me." Lando said quickly cleaning off Jack's jeans. "I'm here." Lando jumped and turned to see Y/n running towards them. "I have been here for the past four minutes kind of just watching." He gulped the lump in his throat and went to talk. "I'm not disappointed. You stopped talking to whoever this-" you paused to raise your hand up and down at the woman Lando was talking to "is when you heard him cry so I'll give credits where credits are due bubs." Lando smiled relieved. "I think we should go home though." Lando turned towards the blonde woman he was talking to and smiled. "So, still up for that double date?" She looked over at you. You were pulling one of those smiles that looked innocent but actually meant back the fuck off. She shook her head. "Maybe some other time. I- maybe you should take care fo Jack first." she giggled. "Exactly! See, let's go Lando." The pair of you left and ventured towards the car.

"Well, popular with the mothers, huh?" you chuckled as Lando finished belting up Jack. "What do you mean by that?" he asked. "I mean they seem to like you a lot." You remarked. Lando nodded his head enthusiastically. "They really do. I don't know why you give out about talking to mother's. They were so nice to me." Lando paused for a second, thinking why that was and you could see the gears turning in his head. 3...2...1... "Oh my god they were flirting weren't they?" he gasped. You shook your head in disbelief. "How the hell do you have a child?" you mumbled "Well, flirting and baby making are two very different things."

"Lando!"

#lando norris x y/n #lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #lando norris imagines #lando norris #lando norris one shot #lando norris imagine #f1 oneshots #f1 oneshot #f1 blurb #f1 imagine

[babybluebex]

my latest dom “fantasy,” whatever you wanna call it, has been ur the actor who plays niece elise in the holdovers and you two like each other when filming but since your part is small you don’t see each other till a streaming of the movie when you reconnect. 🤗

oh my god stop the presses this is CUTE

you're kinda joking together and laughing inbetween takes, but you're both nervous because you have to kiss and neither of you have ever done that before (kissed other people, yes, but on screen, for the whole world to see, never) but dom's a sweetheart and you do the scene and it goes off without a hitch, and you're maybe a little disappointed when alexander payne says they got the shot they needed and that you don't need to do it again

and like yeah, you're only on set for like 1 day, and you managed to follow dom on instagram but like sorta forgot about him inbetween filming and release time?? like you both got busy and just, whatever, but then the movie comes out and at first seems like it's just gonna be any other movie, you still post pictures from set on your instagram and celebrate it, and, for the first time since meeting him, dom comments on your post "so much fun, if you're ever around my way, text me" and you're like ⁉️

and you shoot off a dm at him, sorta like "hey i was finally able to watch the whole movie and you did really good" and he texts back like "aw thanks, that's really sweet" and you ask "back then, you lived in massachusetts, where are you now?" and he says "i'm in philly right now for school, but i'm taking spring semester off, so i'll probably go back to jersey with my mom"

and you start talking like every day then, now that the door is open you can't stop, he's always sending you memes and telling stories, and you send him memes about HIM as you watch him become the new it boy (and maybe you're a little jealous bc he was YOUR boy first, he was YOUR little secret, but not so much anymore), and THEN the movie starts to get acclaim?? and it looks like it might be something more than some movie you made a few years ago for a single day?? it's turning into something bigger than that?? all your friends at uni knew that you were in the movie and had gone and seen it and teased you about the kiss, but now you're getting stopped by strangers on the way to lecture and asked about the movie?? like wtf!!

and you and dom are steady texting every day like "DUDE" "DUDE I KNOW", and it starts getting awards buzz, all the best actor and best supporting actress and breakthrough actor and everything is WILD, and you're always texting him to congratulate him winning this award or that award, and you slowly start to realize. oh shit i have a crush on him. oh fuck i'm whipped for this guy.

and the day the oscars nominees are announced, you're in lecture, and your phone starts ringing and yelling at you, and your lecturer is like "do you need to take that?" and you sorta laugh "no, whatever it is, it can wait..." and you finally dig your phone out of your bag and see it's dom wanting to video call?? which doesn't happen often, for as famous of an actor as he is now, he hates seeing himself on camera and even if you do video call, his camera is off most the time, so for HIM to initiate a video call is VERY bizarre "... actually, sir, i do need to take this, i'm sorry"

and you go in the hall and answer the call, and dom is yknow DOM, messy frizzy hair and his shirt on backwards and he's frantic, and you're like "did you just wake up, what's going on??" and he says "have you seen yet?!" "seen what??" "jesus christ, i can't fucking believe this—" "dominic, what's going on?" "holdovers has been nominated for best picture at the oscars"

and you black out for a second and snap back in and you're like "we're WHAT"

and dom says "what're you doing on march 10th?? can you come to the oscars?? do you even want to??" "yeah i'd love to, but i-i need to get to LA, and i need a dress, and i need a date—" "how about me? i'll take you"

and when you reunite in los angeles for the oscars, it's the first time you've seen him in the flesh in like nearly 2 years, but you run to him and hug him, and he hugs you back, and it's such a happy moment and you can't believe that this is your life

and all night, people are complimenting your dress and your hair and makeup, and dom won't stop trying to get people to pay attention to you, he's in a little interview on the carpet and he's asked who his date is, and he grabs you by the hips "my wonderful costar, she played elise in the movie" and everybody has the same reaction, they hear your character's name and then stare at you for a second until it clicks "oh! you did so good in the movie!!"

and dom is so nervous and anxious all night, he sorta joked "i know we won't win, there's no shot in hell, oppenheimer's gonna win, so why am i nervous??" and you hold his shaking hands in yours and try to calm him as much as possible, but cameras catch you holding hands and the way he whispers in your ear to talk to you, and like HALFWAY through the show, your friends sends you a link to a variety article that mentions the best dressed at the awards, and dom is on there, and the little text blurb under his picture says "sessa is attending the show with his girlfriend and costar" and your friend is like "GIRLFRIEND??" and you're like "wait" and apparently everybody online has mistaken your physical closeness for a relationship, and you show dom during a commercial break just to be like "oh haha look at this, they think we're dating"

and he hits you with the "are we not?" "what do you mean 'are we not'?" "i mean, i thought... i thought we've been dating for a while. i've been telling people all night that you're my girl" and you shiver with delight at how casually he says his girl, but like "you thought... well, when would we have started dating?" "you remember a few months ago, the conversation we had about how, like, i'm bad at relationships and you don't like commitment, and i said i'd try to be better and you said you'd try to commit to someone? i thought that was us agreeing to start dating"

and like shit yeah you DO remember that conversation, it was like 3am and you were on facetime for HOURS that night and you're like "oh! well... yeah, that can be it." and dom's like "sooo.... does that mean i can kiss you?" and it's a gentle, soft kiss, just like your first one so long ago

and that night, you reunite with paul and da'vine (who you had met in passing on set), and towards the end of the night, da'vine sends you a photo she took on her phone of you and dom, holding each other, foreheads touching, giggling together, and you hard launch your shit on instagram with that picture "we may not have won best picture, but i won best boyfriend <3"

#bex answers #anon ask #dominic sessa x reader #i got carried away lmao

[weird-an]

"So, what's that for, Hargrove? Special occasion?" Eddie winks at Billy, handing him the little plastic bag. Hargrove's a good customer, but today he bought more expensive stuff than usual.

He doesn't really expect an answer, but he gets one.

Billy shrugs. "Depends. You wanna hang out with Harrington and me or not?"

Eddie doesn't really keep track of what the preppy asshole and the new kid from California are doing... but aren't they rivals?

"You.. hang out with Harrington?" he asks. "Didn't you steal his crown or something?"

In secret, Eddie has always imagined showing these arrogant fuckers their place. For shoving him into lockers, making fun about being held back for a year, calling him names. Not maybe Harrington or Hargrove in person, especially Billy who had only sent him a few glares, but the flock surrounding them is awful.

Sure, he doesn't really care about their talk, still walking on the tables and doing his thing. But they would look good on their knees, Eddie thinks. Rather pretty.

"Yeah," Billy says, sounding bored. "Just fucking around."

Eddie's close to cracking a joke about Hargrove fucking around with Harrington, but it gets stuck on the tip of his tongue when Billy's shirt gets tugged down a bit and the edge of a purple hickey on his tanned skin shows.

Maybe it's not a joke. Eddie likes to play the dungeon master, because he can set up quests and riddles and most of all.. surprises. And boy, does he like this surprise.

"Sure, I'm game," he tells Billy and sees his own surprise flash in Billy's eyes. He looks again at the hickey and wonders if Harrington's got a few bruises too. Maybe he'll get some after tonight.

Billy looks down to where Eddie is staring and smirks at him, projecting cockiness and arrogance, but his cheeks are flushed and a bit pink. Tainting the picture Billy wants to paint of himself. Eddie smirks back at him, showing him it's not working.

"I'll …pick you up at 7," Billy says, fingers clutching tighter around the bag of weed.

Eddie has no idea what he's getting into, but it's gonna be fun for sure.

"See you then, Billy."

#eddie tops because who wouldn't top their highschool bullies #sure we've never been shown shit like this and i don't think they ever interacted much besides some shittalk #but who gives a shit #it's been a while since i've written #harringroveson #metalsandwich #first time eddie's pov #hinted #harringrove #fuck it's growing in my mind #steddilly

[silent-stories]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐇𝐔𝐈𝐙𝐎𝐓𝐋 - 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟔

Summary: When Y/N needs help on a hunt, she doesn't expect Bobby to send Dean Winchester to her. Now the two must work together to solve the case and Dean has to deal with Y/N's sarcastic and biting personality, that maybe he likes a little too much.

Pairing: Dean × F!Reader

Warnings: none, i think. Just some kissing and a mention of sex

Word count: 1657

Series

"I'll have it engraved on my tombstone" she joked, referring to Dean's words, offering him a hand to hold on to pull himself up. Then she went back to hugging her other arm to her chest.

The leather of her jacket was torn, her shirt was stained with blood and not from the monster she just killed.

"Are you okay?" They they both asked at the same time.

"Well, I'm fine, thanks for asking!" a voice exclaimed from behind them, before either of them had a chance to answer. Michael, now walking towards them, didn't seem to have a single scratch but looked kinda upset.

Dean laughed at the sight of the shocked but visibly pleased to be alive man as he shrugged off the beast's slobber in disgust.

"We'd better bring him home." suggested Dean playing with the dog-like head on the ground, rolling it under the sole of his boot, just as if it was a soccer ball.

They burned the second body too and got in the Impala again, leaving behind the silent lake and the wood where only the sound of nocturnal birds could be heard.

During the journey almost no one spoke, probably too tired to say anything. A song on the radio kept him company on the way.

"There we go." Dean said as he parked and the three got out of the car.

"What will you do now?" Y/N asked Michael.

"What do you mean?" He said frowning, probably wondering what was yet to happen to him after everything he'd been through over the past few days.

"You know, many people become hunters after finding out the existence of the supernatural world." Dean explained.

Michael watched the two as they exchanged a knowing glance and burst out laughing. They were making fun of him.

Michael sighed. "I can't believe it's really all over. Thank you guys." For the first time in days he seemed really calm.

"Don't worry, that's what we do." Dean said before gasping in surprise when the man hugged him. "God, I'm so glad to be alive." He mumbled when Dean patted him on his back, before walking over to Y/N and extending his hand. It was probably some kind of peace sign and maybe he was even trying to apologize for running off and putting everyone in danger.

"Thank you for saving my life." Michael said as she grabbed his hand, shaking it.

"Hey, I almost died to save your ass, you don't even hug me?"

"I don't know if I can, you still scare the shit outta me." He laughed as she pulled his hand towards her and wrapped the man in a quick hug. This time it was the man to be surprised.

"Take care." She added before he walked towards his house and waved at them with his hand when he reached the threshold.

"Aw, you will miss our new little friend, isn't it?" Dean joked as they got back into the car.

“Oh, shut up." She rolled her eyes. Dean glanced at her hiding an amused smile. Annoying her would always be his favorite hobby.

"Let's go back to the motel" She murmured, exhausted, leaning her head on the seat and closing her eyes.

Dean and Y/N soon returned to the motel, more tired than ever. The only thing their eyes could see at that moment was the only bed in the center of the room, the one they had slept on for an entire week.

"That's why the dogotter killed those people," Dean thought out loud, as he slipped off his jacket and abandoned it on a chair. "He wanted to protect his.. son. Or daughter maybe. I'm not sure, I paid no attention to their sexual attributes as they tried to eat me alive."

"Very noble for a monster," Y/N joked, sitting down in front of the table in the corner of the room, pulling her emergency kit out of her bag.

"Let me help you." Dean said sitting down next to her. He disinfected the bite on her arm which had now stopped bleeding with hydrogen peroxide and then bandaged the wound. It didn't need stitches and it wasn't too deep, she was lucky.

Dean felt watched as he worked on her arm but never looked up to see if he met the girl's gaze. He decided that he would just enjoy the silence that had fallen between them.

"Thanks," Y/N murmured when he finished.

"Anytime" he replied, glancing at her quickly, starting to get up and then being pushed back down by the girl next to him. Her steady hand was on his shoulder.

"Hey, what-" He didn't have time to finish the sentence as she placed her hands on both side of his face and pushed him into a kiss.

Dean really wanted to say "finally" but it would have meant breaking away from her lips, so for once he stayed quiet as he entered his tongue into her mouth and pushed her against the mattress, causing her to end up with her back completely pressed on the bed.

"Dean," she said after a while, probably breaking the kiss when her lungs needed air.

"What?" he asked without moving away from her.

"You smell like shit," she said with a laugh, her lips slightly redder than usual.

"Oh c'mon, do you always have to ruin the best moments?" He said pressing his lips against hers one last time.

"Go to take a shower, I won't sleep next to you if you smell like that." She said as she indicated the door with a nod of her head, then sitting down on the bed to be able to take off her shoes still dirty with damp soil and the creature's blood.

He looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm not coming with you. I'm too tired to have sex right now. Now go, I promise not to spy on you through the keyhole."

"There's no keyhole on that door, Y/N," he pointed out, now with a slight smirk on his lips.

"And that's why I won't spy," she smiled even more, leaning back on the bed.

Dean shook his head in resignation, taking his things and disappearing into the next room. It wasn't his lucky day.

After some time, when Dean came out of the bathroom half naked, he expected to hear some ironic comment, instead he found Y/N sleeping with her head buried in the pillow and her mouth slightly open.

He couldn't help but smile as he got under the blanket and pushed her body against his with his arm.

It was a good feeling.

"Goodnight sweetheart." He said, sure he didn't wake her up.

"Goodnight love." She replied instead.

The night passed quickly, or at least that was Dean's impression. He was so tired that sleeping until the sun came up felt like closing his eyes for a few minutes. However, he was sure for the whole time they had slept he had kept Y/N's body pressed against him and every time he moved even a few inches, she sought out his body and repositioned herself close to him.

It was nice to see her like this, to see her trust him and let her guard down.

He hadn't had a single nightmare and he liked to think it was thanks to the girl who had slept curled up next to him.

In the morning, they packed their bags, checked that they hadn't left anything in that room, then closed the door behind them and returned the key to the owner of the motel.

Dean shuffled over to the Impala, one bag slung over his shoulder and the other held tightly in his left hand. He opened the trunk and looked around: it was better to make sure there were no people around before opening it.

He arranged the weapons together with the others, abandoned the second bag and then closed the trunk.

"So what now?" Y/N asked walking up to Dean with her hands in the back pockets of her black jeans.

"Now we go get Sammy. And we'll wait until we find another case to solve together. I'm sure Bobby and Sam have found millions already."

"Together?" she asked with a smirk.

"Of course, do you expect to get rid of me that easily? You kissed me first, now you're stuck with me."

She laughed as she slowly walked up to him. "Oh, yeah, I'm sure you didn't like it at all."

Dean captured her lips in a quick kiss, "Honestly? Not really. But we can try again" he replied before leaning towards her again.

When they finally parted, after a few glares from the people passing by, Dean got into the Impala and she into her old pick-up parked next to Baby.

"I'm sure I could beat you!" She said rolling down the window of her car as Dean did the same, alluding to a race to see who could get to Bobby's house first.

"Beat me? Please." Dean laughed as he turned on the radio, started the engine and drove away.

"Hey! I didn't say "go!" the girl yelled with a laugh as she hurried to catch up with him.

Those two really were a weird couple, maybe that was why they worked so well together.

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[liverpool-enjoyer]

footballers reacting to a younger player calling them dad (long as hell version)

anon requested it n so it shall be!! ngl for some a the teams i simply googled "youngest player on INSERTTEAMHERE." ive never written formal fic for football so i apologize for this being iffy n also for the SHITTON of innacuracies theres bound to be. oh n also that everyone talks like a twenty year old american college student

leo:

"Thanks, dad," Warren said nonchalantly as Leo helped him up off the ground. He had stumbled a little and fell during the last part of training.

Leo only narrowed his eyes a little in response. Dad?

Poor Warren clasped a hand over his mouth, seemingly mortified. "I'm so sorry," he said, chuckling even though he didn't look like he found anything funny. "I guess I just- And then- Yeah I'll, uh, get going now." He scampered away not once looking back.

Leo got to thinking as me made his way back to the locker room. He's used to being called that; he has children of his own. But he's never considered a teammate of his as his own child. Sure, he was helpful, a mentor maybe, but fatherly wasn't how he would describe his behavior with his younger teammates.

There was only one thing to do, obviously. Ask a younger teammate.

When he got to the locker room he approached Neymar, who didn't notice him at first.

"Ney."

His friend's face brightened upon noticing Leo was there. "Yeah, what's up?" he asked, before taking a swig of water.

"Do you see me as a father figure?"

In response, Leo was met with Neymar choking and coughing. "NO, GOD NO-" he stopped to cough again and catch his breath. "WHAT GAVE YOU THAT IDEA?"

"Nothing, jeez, calm down."

---

ney:

"Woah, not like that, you could hurt yourself," Neymar told Bitshiabu. He was doing an new training excercise incorrectly, and the last thing PSG needed was a good player pulling or straining something.

Neymar took a minute to show him how to do it properly. "Thanks, dad," the seventeen year old said sarcastically. Despite the snark, he appreciated the help.

Neymar just laughed in response, but for the rest of traning the thought kept bouncing around in the back of his head. 'Dad? I was acting like a dad? Some of them see me as old enough to be their father?'

Well, he was a father, but that was different. His teammates were much older than Davi.

Oh, gosh, was he getting old?

Later in training, when he saw Leo, he grabbed the poor man by the shoulders without so much as a hello. "Leo. Do you think I'm getting old?"

In classic Leo fashion, he looked like he'd rather be anywhere than here, interacting with someone. "Well, technically we all are... You're older now than you were yesterday, so I guess you are get-"

Neymar let out an exasperated sigh, unhappy with that answer.

His next victim was Sergio, who's phone conversation he interrupted to ask him the question of the day.

"Do you think I'm getting old?"

"You interrupted my conversation with Lukita to ask me if-"

"JUST ANSWER."

"SURE, I GUESS. I DON'T CARE."

Damn. Neymar was gonna have to get hammered tonight. To prove he still has it in him.

---

milly:

"What about you, Milly? Any fun weekend plans?" Andy asked. Some of the team were talking about the plans they had for the free weekend they had coming up.

"You bet; I have a date with my new book and chamomile tea."

This earned him a few eye rolls, most noticably from Trent. "Aw, that's so boring! Robbo and I are hitting this new club Saturday night, aren't we, mate?" he reached across the kitchen island to fist bump his friend. "Surely you've got something more fun in mind."

"I might fire up the grill if the weather allows..." Milly started. "Oh, and I should probably get my car checked out; it's been making this weird noise."

"Yeah yeah, we get it, dad, you're boring."

Milly didn't hesitate. "I am nowhere near old enough to be your dad," he said with his typical snark.

"You do act like it though..." the previously quiet Alisson chimed in, peering at his friends from over his coffee mug.

"And you're no spring chicken either," Milly remarked, which shut the goalkeeper up. "Will you lot ever get bored of the 'James is old' joke?"

"Aw, don't be like that, mate," Andy said with a hearty laugh, putting an arm around Milly's neck and ruffling his hair. "You know it's just because we love you!"

Milly sighed. Yeah, he did know, he supposed.

---

kdb:

"I mean," Alvarez said between passes. "You're practically his dad."

Kevin rolled his eyes for what was probably the third time during that conversation.

"Ah, shove it, you know I'm not that old."

"It's not about age," his younger teammate responds, accepting the ball Kevin passed to him. "You're always like... I dunno, dadish."

Kevin just gave Alvarez an absolutely bewildered look. "...Are you actually saying these words?"

"I'm serious, mate! You're always, y'know, taking him out for ice cream after training, making sure he gets home safe, whatever that means-"

Kevin brought up a hand to rub his temple. "Oh my gosh, I don't see him as my kid. Can't I just be nice?"

"No."

"Shove off," Kevin said playfully.

An amused grin crossed Alvarez's face. "Speak of the devil."

Kevin turned to see Erling walking up to the pair.

"Hey guys!" Erling said with a polite wave, and Alvarez waved back.

"You need anything?" Kevin asked.

"Yeah, actually," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "Do you think you can give me a ride home after training? Jack drove me but he had to leave early."

"Of course, no problem," he replied without hesitation, and clapped a hand on Erling's shoulder for seemingly no reason.

Erling nodded happily in response. "Thank you, dad!" he said with a bright smile, before walking away as if what he said was completely normal.

It was taking everything Alvarez had in him to not start rolling on the ground with laughter. "What was that about not being his dad?"

"Shaddup."

---

luka:

It was actually Luka who started it.

Everyone entered the locker room very happy, fresh off a 44th minute goal from Rodrygo that had earned them the lead. The young player received hugs and claps on the back from pretty much every player. The attention was well deserved; the goal was a beauty, after all.

One of the last players to congratulate him was Luka. "Good job, hijo!" he said, hugging his teammate. "You were brilliant out there!"

"Gracias, papa," Rodrygo said, casual, even though he had never called him that before. "But it wouldn't have happened if you hadn't set me up for it!"

"Aw, aren't you the sweetest," said Luka, smiling proudly as he ruffled up Rodrygo's short hair beyond repair.

Rodrygo reached up in a futile attempt to fix his hair, and even though it wasn't said out loud, he got the feeling that he could call Luka that anytime he wanted.

---

luis:

Training had long since ended, and everyone was in the locker room, gathering their belongings and talking amongst themselves.

Luis and Kauan had been making small talk, with Luis telling his youngest teammate about some of his exploits and giving him some pointers.

"Y'know," Kauan eventually said. "You kinda remind me of my dad!"

Luis immediately burst into laughter, but it was out of genuine joy rather than condescension.

"Oh yeah?" he asked, not bothering to wait for an answer. "I'm not that old, kiddo. Now would your dad do THIS?"

Before his teammate could respond, Luis had taken Kauan into a light, non-painful chokehold n given him the strongest noogie he could muster, sending Kauan into a fit of giggling.

When Luis had mercy on the kid and let him go, Kauan needed a minute to catch his breath and compose himself.

Kuan gave Luis a sly grin. "Y'know, my dad does that to me all the time!"

"Damnit."

---

lewa:

It wasn't Gavi's day. Or his week, and it wasn't shaping out to be his month, for that matter.

He didn't know what was wrong; he just wasn't playing like his normal self these past few games. But the crushing blow was this game in particular, when he was subbed off in the first half due to his performance.

The atmosphere in the locker room after the game was still positive, however, as they had won. But Gavi wasn't participating in the celebrating and joking. He had changed and was just sitting by his locker, just... thinking. He hated sulking like this. He felt like he was being dramatic. Maybe he should go.

He didn't notice someone had approached him until he heard his voice.

"Gavi?" Robert asked, voice laced with concern. "What're you doing here all by yourself?"

The younger player just shrugged, blinking away tears that definitely weren't forming.

"May I?" Robert asked, gesturing to the spot next to Gavi on the bench.

Gavi just muttered a quiet "yeah," and Robert sat closely next to him.

Robert took a good look at Gavi, and for a moment he was reminded of his girls.

"You don't seem to be too happy with yourself," the man said.

"Can you blame me?" Gavi asked, trying not to sound sarcastic.

"Well, I understand. But I don't think you should be so hard on yourself," he put an arm around the young player. "You're talented, Gavi, and you're only going to get better from here. You just had a few rough weeks; it's not permanent. And I'm saying that because I really believe it." He smiled warmly at the young man.

Gavi would be lying if he said he didn't feel just a little bit better. He found himself resting his head on the other's shoulder.

"Thank you, dad. I mean- shit, I-"

Robert just chuckled in response. "It's ok, really, I'm honored," he said, holding the other just a little tighter.

---

sergio:

"Hey, dad? Do you-" Vini shut his mouth quickly after he realized what he had just said.

Sergio was on him before the young player could even apologize. "I'm sorry?" he asked, feeling kind enough to at least give the young player a chance to explain himself.

"I don't know, I guess I just got my wires crossed, or something-"

"I thought so. Just don't let it happen again," Sergio said, sounding less angry and more just... irritated. And with that, he left.

Much later in the day, Sergio found himself at Luka's place eating dinner with his teammate, as was pretty much tradition after training.

"Y'know," the team captain said between bites of what Luka made him. "Those kids of ours are really improving. I mean, they were always talented but, y'know..."

Luka just smiled and kept his thoughts to himself. He knew if he made mention of Sergio referring to the young players as their kids, he'd deny it faster than you could say Madrid.

---

pep:

"Don't overwork yourself, Cole, I don't want you getting hurt," Pep said to the young player. It was Cole's first training back after recovering from an injury, so he was prone to hurting himself again.

"Sure thing, dad," Cole said sarcastically.

Pep simply blinked at the young man. He had been managing a long time and had been called many things by all his players over the years. But this was definitely a first for "dad."

After a few seconds of silence, Cole could tell that his attempt at a joke was not well received. He simply stared at the man staring back at him, waiting for whatever stupid prize awaited, and kind of hoping he would just die right now.

"Laps."

Cole's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Hm?"

"Laps."

"Uh... don't you think that's too exerting? You just said I should take it e-"

"Laps!"

And without another word, Cole took off running. It wasn't until three laps in that he realized he never asked how many of these things he should do.

Shit.

---

klopp:

"We've won our last five matches," Darwin said.

"And it's raining outside, so traning will be, uh... Not as good," chimed in Harvey.

"And we promise to train extra hard tomorrow! Don't we, lads?" Cody asked, turning to his teammates, who nodded furiously in response.

"I still don't know if you can afford to miss it; training every day is important," Jurgen told the boys. There was a new movie out that the boys wanted to forego traning to go and see. Rather than sending one person to him to be The Negotiator, the boys thought it was better to approach him with their request all at once.

"But papaaaaaa!!" damn near all of the teammates chimed at once.

Jurgen clenched his expensive-ass teeth. These boys always knew how to get to him. He loved being reminded that they loved him and saw them as a father, as someone to be trusted and depended upon. He couldn't even remember when they started calling him that.

He loud out a long, overly-dramatic sigh.

"Fine."

In return, he received a chorus of cheers. An onlooker would think these boys just watched their teammate win them a penalty shootout.

In no time at all he was swarmed with hugs and "thank you, papa"s from too many of the boys to count.

The boys all stopped at the door when they saw their gaffer wasn't following them.

"Aren't you coming?" Alisson asked, eyes kind and welcoming.

"Do you want me to?" questioned Jurgen, looking at his boys' faces for signs of approval. Most of them just rolled their eyes at the suggestion that they didn't want him to join them.

Alisson approached him, took him by the arm, and dragged him to the door himself, Jurgen laughing while following him.

"Of course we do, papa."

#do you have any idea how old i feel knowing there are soccer players BORN IN 2006 #the only score you should be concerned about is the one you got on your algebra test!!! #look ik lukas n sergios are short #you cant expect me to write lengthy r*al stuff you jus cant #did i project my issues with school onto poor gavi??? yeah maybe whatre you a cop #leo messi #neymar #neymessi #sergio ramos #james milner #andy robertson #liverpool #liverpool fc #lfc #trent alexander arnold #alisson becker #kevin de bruyne #erling haaland #luka modric #modramos #luis suarez #robert lewandowski #gavi #pep guardiola #jurgen klopp #darwin nunez #harvey elliott #cody gakpo

[horriblemanprotagonistshowdown]

Horrible Man Protagonist Showdown!

Oh boy, I can't seem to be stopped, can I?

Hey howdy, folks! Your favorite pollrunner is back again with a fresh new competition for you! Does your favorite piece of media just have the worst main character ever? Do you stand for their cause, whatever it may be, but just hate them with every fiber of your being? Maybe it's how they go about their mission, or maybe they're just not a very nice person to be around. Well, this is the competition for you!

Hi, I'm Hermann (pronouns are they/them, please!), the mod of @clash-of-the-wizards and @nichesexymanbloodbath (which, hopefully, should be getting some new life in the fall) and overall bad person in media liker, coming at you again with another fresh and hip competition! In the horrible man protagonist showdown, we pit some of these protags who you wouldn't ever want to meet in real life against each other and see who the most unpleasant one really is, or just who Tumblr likes the most. I don't know, I feel like I opened pandora's box with this one. The possibilities are endless!

GUIDELINES

This isn't really the place for anti-heroes or villain protagonists. It's basically the inverse of the Affably Evil trope-- Good is Not Nice, if you will, people with good morals or an honorable end goal who are just really mean, and overall absolute dickfaces.

NO REAL PEOPLE. Hopefully, this goes without saying!

Please don't come back and repeatedly nominate the same person. I know who you fuckers are. Save your voter fraud for the actual polls (/hj)

I won't BAR specific media, but, like, if I view it as problematic or feel I may get backlash for including it, I simply won't. So, uh, be careful, I guess.

This is specifically for horrible man PROTAGS. Those main characters you love to hate. I know every piece of media has its Good Is Not Nice character, but it's so much more fun when it's the main character

Horrible man is a gender-neutral term in this case.

Be civil and have fun!

DEADLINES

I don't feel like dealing with fucking INFINITE amounts of entries (Clash of the Wizards and Niche Sexyman Bloodbath both had 300+ entries I had to sort through), so I'm going to be cutting off either at the end of the month, aka, SEPTEMBER 30, or when I hit over 200 entries. Whichever happens first. These deadlines are flexible, though!

Got any questions about the polls or about me? My ask box is open, and I'll try and answer everything! Something about the comp inspires you to make art? I think you so should! I just ask you either drop it in my inbox or you tag me in the post!

Of course, as is customary, I shall tag my inspiration. This competition was inspired by @affablyevilshowdown , @germanboyjoust , and @bestadaptationtournament specifically, but it's mostly just because I wanted to run another poll

Think you got it? Good! Now.... SEND ME YOUR AWFUL MEN!!!!

#horrible man protagonist showdown #horrible man protagonist announcements #hmps #hmps announcements #tumblr polls #tumblr competition

[justhere4thevibez]

The fic ask game: 4, 11, & 13 for “If you fall, I will catch you” & “Cooking Up Something Sweet” which are just two of MANY fics that I adore btw. ❤️

Ooh, fun! I also love both of those fics!

Alright, I'll answer the questions for If You Fall first!

4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue?

Oh, gosh, this is a hard one! I'm terrible about remembering what I wrote once it's out in the world 😂 but Wayne has a number of fantastic lines in this one! Like this one:

“Son,” Wayne said, weary and exasperated. “You can’t pull the wool over your old man’s eyes. The only Chrissy I ever recall you knowing in Hawkins was that Cunningham girl, and I seem to remember you having quite the set of heart eyes over her back in the day.”

Or this one:

“You’ve got an awful lot of weight on those shoulders of yours,” he said, giving her a gentle squeeze before he let go. “I’m not trying to add to it. I just want you to know that, well, you two matter to me and Ed. We’re here for you, alright?”

I just adore Wayne!

11: What do you like best about this fic?

This fic is one of the more difficult to write just because it's so heavy at times. But in spite of that (or maybe because of it) I love the softness between Eddie and Chrissy. The fact that a simple touch or kiss on the cheek can mean so much is incredibly powerful, and it's a responsibility I take very seriously, too. I never want to romanticize or diminish the seriousness of Chrissy's situation, but I want there to be hope and life as well. That balance is tricky to write, but so so rewarding when I manage to do it well!

13: What music did you listen to, if any, to get in the mood for writing this story? Or if you didn’t listen to anything, what do you think readers should listen to to accompany us while reading?

I'm terribly inconsistent about the music I listen to when I write! I've definitely veered a bit more toward 80s-esque music, partially because it's set in the canonical world/ages of Chrissy and Eddie, and partially because of the song title 🥰 other than that, I mostly listen to movie soundtracks! I think 80s pop/rock is excellent background if you're reading this fic!

Alright, on to Cooking Up Something Sweet!

4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue?

Again, tricky! But slightly easier because I only had a oneshot to look through 😂 might be cheating since this a chunk of dialogue instead of a line, but oh well 🤷‍♀️

“Chrissy,” he said softly, waiting to speak until her eyes met his. “Would it be completely out of line if I asked to kiss you?” Her lips parted in surprise, and that telltale blush rushed over her face again. “I don’t think that would be out of line,” she finally stammered, keeping eye contact with some difficulty. “I think—I think I might like it if you asked me.” “Okay.” Eddie shuffled closer until they stood face to face. “Can I kiss you, sweetie?” “Yeah,” Chrissy breathed, already reaching for him.

11: What do you like best about this fic?

I really enjoyed the challenge of creating intrigue and attraction despite them not actually meeting until nearly the end of the fic! They only communicate via Instagram messages, so their actual contact is very limited, but it was really fun to play with!

13: What music did you listen to, if any, to get in the mood for writing this story? Or if you didn’t listen to anything, what do you think readers should listen to to accompany us while reading?

The music I think of for this fic is late 60s-early 70s pop like The Beatles, Billy Joel, The Beach Boys etc., because that's what my mom always listens to when she cooks, and now it's what I listen to in my own kitchen when I cook!

Thanks so much for the asks 💛

Ask me more questions about specific fics!

#vibez answers #hellcheer #eddie x chrissy #fic asks #fic questions

[professionalakazasimp]

Douma x Reader

Part 6

-Interactive game-

[AFAB reader]

Choice made:

"Agree but insist on knowing what he needs you for"

Warnings: Emotional manipulation, brief mention on corpses, messed up thoughts in general lmao

"I'd like to come with you, but I really need to know where we're going first." Your voice had a hint doubt and suspicion.

"Ah, this is a stubborn one." He thought to himself. He couldn't say he felt upset about it. Heck, he couldn't feel anything about it. Though he was a little amused to see you act all careful while already being his prisoner, his slave.

Though he couldn't just straight up tell you the truth to where he was taking you or what he was going to do to you, that would really make you fussy for sure.

"Aw, dear, but that'll ruin the surprise, will it not?

It really saddens me that even though I've done so much for you, you still don't trust me even a little."

You were dumbstruck, him saying this, it leaves you no choice. If you apologize and still wish to know more, it'd put a bad impression on him and he might even kick you out sooner, but if you do go—

You shake your head, repeating to yourself in your mind that if Douma had any bad intentions, he would've already done them, since you were just a defenseless, injured person at an unknown location.

"Ah sorry, I have trust issues because of past incidents. You don't need to tell me where we're going. I'll come along." You finally respond.

The fly really flew right into the web, huh?

"That's great! And it's okay, I wasn't upset anyway." He replied in a cheerful manner.

"I'll send you some nice clothes to wear soon. Be ready by 9, alright?"

He asked, but left before even hearing your answer. That's okay, you wouldn't have been able to answer him anyway. You were too busy processing what just happened.

~•◇•~

The sun went down, as did Douma down the staircase. He is a demon, and he has his own set of "responsibilities", but he doesn't really care. He wanted to have fun with you instead.

His plan for you was to take you to that one part in the forest he threw all the remains of his meals. It was quite a beautiful spot if you ignored the rows and piles of ribs, skulls and other bones.

He couldn't wait to see your reaction. It'll be so funny and cute, at least for him. It wasn't his fault he found it amusing to do this.

He wondered if you'd be terrified, traumatized, angry or all three.

Well, doesn't matter, all of them are entertaining reactions.

He'd decide whether to eat you, let you live or do something else to you after that and he had quite a few ideas.

~•◇•~

Some time passed and you finally got those clothes he was talking about.

A woman wearing a plain white kimono, with her hair tied into a bun brought it for you. She was weirdly quiet like the rest of the people here, and by "rest", you mean that one man you saw talking to Douna a while ago. There weren't many people here were there? Or maybe there were but you never got to speak to them.

Even after you thanked the woman in a cheerful voice, she simply nodded with her head facing facing downward and left. How strange.

"Woah..." you mumbled while inspecting the clothes sent to you. This was expensive stuff.

It was a red kimono with blue and purple lotus patterns in what seemed like water at the bottom. There was a blue sash with it too. It was really sweet to the eyes.

You wondered again why Douma was doing this for you. Could it be that...he likes you romantically? You really don't have many complaints if that's the case. You're willing to give it a shot.

You look at the clock on the wall, its 8:36 pm. You rush to get ready with what time you had.

~•◇•~

Finally out of the unguarded confines of your room, you walk around the mansion. It was kind of eerie despite being so clean and well kept. It had a few bright lights on the ceiling right above the hall accessible through the double staircase. Other than that, there were a few dim lanterns here and there.

Even though it wasn't wrong for you to be here, you felt like a princess trying to escape her prison in an unknown territory like in the books you often read. Maybe it was like that. You knew absolutely nothing right now. Not even knowing where to go from here or where Douma was.

#kny x reader #demon slayer #kny douma #kny x y/n #douma imagine #douma x reader #douma kimetsu no yaiba #kimestu no yaiba #douma x you #yandere douma

[megidoreyn]

Hihi! For the ask meme, perhaps 4, 8 and 14?

Hey there! Aw, thank you for the questions! It's super rare to get asks like these, so it really made my day! 😇🙏

⭐️4. What defines your artistic style?

That's a good question!🤔 (Especially since I don't know how others might perceive my art!) Due to my own visual agnosia as well, it skews my perception of my own works... So I actually end up disliking the grand majority of the things I create tbh🤣 It's hard for me to become cognizant of any strengths due to the weaknesses being highlighted (in my skewed POV) sometimes! But from the comments I have kindly received before, I would say that my art is defined by: clean/polished lineart, round/"squishy" chibis, warm colors, and "an aura of softness/tenderness"! Truthfully, I would love to be known for having a well-rounded and versatile style! As in: switching from a dynamic + appealing full-body style to a charming chibi style with precision and confidence!💪 And in general: I'd like to be known for drawing handsome faces on full-body characters instead of only having a "cute" style tbh LOL

⭐️8. What is your favourite piece that you have done?

Oh man…For a self-critic, this is a tough yet great question too!!😂--There's usually elements of a picture I enjoy working on VS how the overall picture eventually turns out! But looking back at everything I've posted publicly so far on twitter from 2022-2023…I think it'd have to be these! ↓

And a special shout out to this Walter-Lucifer pseudo-fiend character turnaround sheet that started off as a "haha just messing around :^)" sketch but then quickly turned serious 2 days later LOL. I did like incorporating SMT4 Lucifer's Phase 2 wings on him, since the in-game design includes this gradient on the wings too. 😇🙏

⭐️14.What do you like drawing the most?

As a surprise to no one, my favorite thing to draw would be WalterJonathan---both the pairing and the individual characters LOL. There's actually a personal reason for this, but maybe that'll be a story for another time! Whether or not the majority of these (finished/ polished) sketches will ever see the light of day is also to be determined in the future...😂 Despite these canon Satan Husbands going through the many unspeakable horrors they suffer within base SMT4 + SMT4 Apoc's canon (and even the duology of the SMT4 manga's canon too!), I'll always prefer to draw them being sweet with each other...🥺 To at least give them a single soft moment of reprieve that they deserve...!😭🙏

↑ I also enjoy drawing the details of the SMT4 samurai coat/uniform! As well as other things and details like: 💙the SMT protags' COMPs + SMT4 Gauntlet 💙Clothing folds 💙Side profiles 💙Backside angles 💙Painting hair 💙Drawing hands 💙Dynamic chibis + dynamic body language in general (that convey a character's personality)

…and probably some more things I'm forgetting LOL.

💙↑ edit: I forgot how much I like sketching out Pokemon as quick warm-ups + other critters like the MOTHER/Earthbound Mr.Saturns too! It's good practice in understanding different shapes.

Again, thank you so much for the questions!🙏 It was fun to answer these!

⭐️⭐️⭐️It's still 12/31 here in my neck of the woods, so I wish you and everyone reading this a Happy New Year as well!

#askbox #shin megami tensei #megaten #walterjonathan #ワルヨナ #happy new year's everyone!!! I wish good luck and good health for everyone here! may all of your goals be accomplished as well! #I am forever a long-winded individual either for better or for worse LOL... despite this I hope it was an interesting read! #reposted some older pictures from 2022 here too...it's been a while since looking at them again LOL

[ngray192]

I have one more idea for yasammy.

Yasmina meets Sammy's family for the first time.

Yaz ran faster than she had in a long time. All she could hear was the rhythmic sound of her feet beneath her.

She tore through the ribbon, throwing her hands up in victory.

"And the winner is Yasmina Fadoula!" The announcer called.

Yaz looked into the stands to see Sammy's bright face cheering, loudly. Beside her was a whole group of people who looked a lot like Sammy; her family.

When Yasmina had heard that she would be racing in her girlfriend's hometown, she was more than excited. But, when Sammy offered for Yaz to stay at her ranch and meet her family, she was terrified.

She got changed and met Sammy in the parking lot, quickly grabbing her hand tightly.

Sammy chuckled, "Relax, they're gonna love you!"

Yaz awkwardly approached the van where some of Sammy's family was standing, they came to watch Yaz race. She held her hand up to greet them, but was quickly crushed in a bear hug from the entire family.

Yasmina melted into the hug.

They all piled into the van and went back to the ranch. Yaz had heard about the ranch on her calls with Sammy, but it was so much better in real life. She could envision Sammy feeding the animals, swinging on the swingset behind the barn, playing hide-and-seek with her siblings.

--

They sat around the large table for dinner, Yaz sitting between Sammy and her father. The conversation flowed easily, Yaz was already apart of the family.

"You were so fast, Yaz!" Sammy's little brother, Peter, told the track star. Yaz smiled as he went back to eating his mashed potatoes.

Sammy's father nodded, "Sammy didn't lie when she said you were the fastest on the team."

Yasmina looked at Sammy, "You talk about me?"

Sammy's oldest sister, Delilah, answered for her, "Way too much. She won't shut up about you."

The family laughed as Sammy hid her blush behind her hands.

--

Later that night, Yaz helped Sammy's mother with the dishes. "You don't have to help, Yasmina, you are our guest!" She kept insisting, but Yaz wouldn't let her do the dishes alone. "I am very glad Sammy met you," Mrs. Gutierrez says unexpectedly.

Yaz smiles, "I am too."

"Thank you for saving my baby girl, she's told us all about the things you did on that awful island."

Yasmina's smile wavered slightly, she hated thinking about the island.

--

"You have everything?" Mrs. Gutierrez asked with tears in her eyes.

Yasmina nodded and thanked her again. "I'll visit soon, I promise." The family hugged her tightly one more time before Yaz, Sammy, and Mr. Gutierrez climbed into the van.

Yaz was going to miss the Gutierrez family. Being an only child, she wasn't around that many people at one time often, but it made her long for a big family.

She was excited to see her mom, obviously, but she would miss this time with Sammy and her wonderful family.

Sammy walked her into the large airport. Yaz held her hand tightly, sad to let go. They stopped before security, where Sammy had to leave Yaz to go on her long flight back home.

They hugged tightly. Yaz smiled at her girlfriend, "I'll call you when I land. This week was so much fun, Sammy. Thank you."

Sammy smiled widely, "Of course, Yaz! My family loved you, I've never seen Alex that happy to meet a new person. Maybe someday we'll come visit you!"

"I'd like that." Yasmina checked her phone, her plane was boarding in less than an hour, she had to go. "I have to go, Sammy."

Sammy hugged her again, "Alright, I love you, Yaz. Call me when you land, please."

Yaz let go and smiled, "I love you, too. Please tell your parents I said bye." Sammy nodded and began walking away, back to the doors where her dad was waiting.

Suddenly, she turned back around and smiled, "When we get married, they'll be your parents too." And she kept walking.

Yaz stayed flustered the whole plane ride back.

#jwcc yasmina #jurassic world camp cretaceous #yasammy #yasmina fadoula #sammy gutierrez #jwcc sammy

[okamirayne]

Hello Rayne!

A bit more of a private one so of course, feel free to not answer if it crosses any boundaries.

Do you have tips to get adult life, day jobs and creative writing under one hat? (German saying, not sure if it translates to English at all lmao)

I've started my Bachelor's in a very non-creative field this week and it has been and is going to be very demanding in terms of time and energy. I've noticed that I get extremely drained and burnt out when I try to be creative after a long day. The ideas are there (sometimes even better than when I have more time) but the energy just... isn't.

I appreciate any advice you have and hope you're doing well! 💜 It's been cooling off here quite a bit, I've already had my first Chai today 👀🍵getting autumn-y

Heya lovely @sunlightrays!

A bit more of a private one so of course, feel free to not answer if it crosses any boundaries.

Aw, thanks for the head's up. Don't you worry, I'll go full dodge-ball acrobatic if I feel any uncomfortable curveballs thrown my way. As it stands, I'll do my best to offer support with my very humble input - PLEASE trash anything that doesn't resonate with you.

I've started my Bachelor's in a very non-creative field this week [...]

First off...

FAITO! Congratulations on taking on your Bachelor's degree (I recall you mentioning this was in the pipeline) - I'm wishing you every success for this chapter of your story, luv.

[...] and it has been and is going to be very demanding in terms of time and energy.

Gods, understandably. Please shore up on whatever you need; tea, coffee, the blood and tears of your enemies. You got this!

I've noticed that I get extremely drained and burnt out when I try to be creative after a long day. The ideas are there (sometimes even better than when I have more time) but the energy just... isn't. [...] I appreciate any advice you have ...

Right. I hear you. I'll do my damnedest to help -- but again, throw out anything that doesn't work for you. I'm spit-balling here, so just take what sticks.

How do you GET your energy? Would you consider yourself to be more extroverted or introverted? Maybe you're a combination of the two (ambivert)? Do you need alone time to refill your well, or do you require the energy of others to help recharge your battery?

What is FUN for you? What hobbies/downtime GIVE you energy?

What helps you to DECOMPRESS completely and switch off? Even if this isn't writing. Something that doesn't necessarily COST you energy (which writing does, even if it's a fun investment and pleasurable price) -- something where you are chilled, having fun, or resting...which brings me to...

What is REST for you? What is RECOVERY for you? What does that look like? What do you need to REST (which leads to recovery and hopefully more margin/capacity -- which allows for your empty well to accommodate creative energy again)?

What kind of WRITER are you? Do you fly by the seat of your pants and just enjoy rolling with whatever inspiration hits or do you like planning and plotting? Can you test the waters on a day you feel like you have some energy, and see how that leaves you feeling e.g. drained or lifted?

What I'm predominantly getting at here, is asking you to consider what GIVES you that energy back. What RESTORES to you the energy that isn't there (which your degree is currently consuming). I'm not sure what Bachelor's you're doing, so I won't and can't presume exactly what that costs you energy-wise (though it sounds like it costs you a lot, given what you described about feeling extremely drained and burnt-out).

I would advocate ENERGY RESTORATION. Which means, REST, RECOVERY, RECREATION, REMEDIAL PLAY. The light, easy, fun, restful, or joyful things that don't require you to invest too much of your energy. That can be alone or with others. It can be anything that works for you. It looks different for everyone, so it may take some experimentation or maybe you've got some go-to places, people, past-times or pleasures that are tried and tested?

This is where I'd start, sweetie. Looking to balance the scales by getting energy back so you don't end up in the flaming hell-pit of total burnout. The writing isn't going anywhere. It will wait for you to have the energy for it. Your degree will probably demand a lot of you right now, which is why sustenance for your creative energy (even if you have to stockpile it for a bit) is so important.

Do you have tips to get adult life, day jobs and creative writing under one hat? (German saying, not sure if it translates to English at all lmao)

Translates perfectly, no worries. As for me having tips...

No word of a lie. I am furniture crawling my ass along a very strange path at the moment. Getting adult life, day jobs, and creative writing under one hat depends on so many things; your financial situation, your personal capacity (mentally, emotionally, physically), your goals/desires, your needs and values, your UNMET needs/desires etc. It's a very individual journey, and the artist/creative path, however archetypal at times, is changing a lot in our modern landscape (which can be a very good thing).

The good thing is, creative writing can manifest in many different areas (copywriting, ghostwriting, editing, journalism, developmental media, blogging, vlogging, etc) -- again, I don't know your personal capacity, means, or margins, or what it may or may not require / cost you if you're balancing/sacrificing other areas of your life. Which is totally normal. I think work-life balance all at once is an overrated and unrealistic metric.

It would be so easy for me to say "follow your heart" and "do what you love" and do I advocate that? Abso-fuckin-lutely. So long as you're prepared for the TRADEOFFS and the COST. I think that's the biggest tip, luv. Getting real damn clear on what you are prepared to give up. And what you are NOT prepared to give up/compromise on? For whatever reasons. Zero judgement. It's what works for YOU.

So my tips are ASKING YOURSELF THE RIGHT QUESTIONS.

What do you want to get out of your creative writing? Do you want to do it professionally or just as a pleasure pursuit? Both are awesome.

Why are you taking your current degree in a non-creative field? Job security or genuine joy/interest for the field? If it's for joy/interest, it will cost a little less than if you're grafting without pleasure at all. Btw, no need to answer any of these questions, I'm literally brainstorming question suggestions with you to get CLARITY.

Clarity = awesome.

How can you balance your creativity against necessity/security/other job etc.? Do you need to cut yourself some slack and get the degree out the way before you decide that? Maybe you can dabble in creative writing as you go along and figure out how you regain and sustain your energy?

These kinds of questions can help a lot, especially when you're looking at your energetic capacity so you don't burnout.

I have no clue if any of this was helpful...it sure as hell went beyond my two cents, so I do apologise for the massive word-vomit of a response. I feel passionately about this, given my own god-awful experience with burnout, energy mismanagement, and the flaming brimstone underworld that kind of shit puts you in -- I would hate to learn you ended up there. Please be kind, patient, and gentle with yourself. You're embarking on a big quest here with your degree, which sounds like it demands a lot. May the writing, when you have energy for it, be a cosy non-demanding companion and a supportive compadre. Not a bloody albatross around your neck or a hellhound snapping at your heels. Writing is better when it's FUN. Hard, tiring, and frustrating 'maybe-I-need-a-safe-word' kind of fun...but worth it. Worth the investment (energy) it requires.

Please, please, please prioritise your rest and your recovery whenever you can, luv. I am sending super-charged positive vibes your way, with a gallon of tea. Autumn is a magical time, so I hope the chilly, crispy, colourful, chai-drinking vibes of this season nourish and support you. Ganbatte, my dear!

~ Rayne x 💜☕️🍁

#writing ask #writing life #personal ask #the creative life #sorry for the waffling #rambling about writing #writers burnout #do what works

[hopepetal]

Hi. Yeah uh. This is @stiffyck and @evenmoreevil's fault

Zera fought desperately against their bindings, angry trills escaping them as they glared daggers at Stiff. "You get away from her!" they cried, snapping at Moth as he tried to step forward and grab them. "Don't touch Jay! Stop- stop!"

"Oh, shush." Stiff glanced over at Zera, eyes alight with annoyance. "I can't enjoy a meal with all this noise." He knelt and took Jay's hand, smiling up at their panicked face. "Don't look at me like that," he chided, "fear makes for a poor meal."

"I- I'm not exactly wanting to make myself a good meal for you," Jay got out through gritted teeth.

Stiff tutted softly, shaking his head. "So rude. I'm providing you with the experience of a lifetime! How often do you get eaten alive?" They didn't wait for an answer. "Exactly. So really, you should be thanking me."

He brought Jay's hand up to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of their hand. For a moment, time seemed to be still. Stiff's lips quirked up in a smile, and he sank his teeth into Jay's skin.

-Later-

"Where'd you guys get all this, by the way?" Bee asked, stirring the broth as the fire crackled merrily beneath the pot, "I thought most of the animals were dead already. And there's so much!"

Stiff and Moth glanced at each other, something in their eyes that Bee couldn't quite catch. There was a brief moment of mental conversation, before Stiff shrugged and turned back to look at Bee. "Oh, y'know. Around."

Moth piped up with a sort of unhinged smile. "There are... a lot of surprises in this mountain. I guess we just got lucky with our hunt. Got a really big haul." He stretched, popping his back and cracking his knuckles. "Ugh. Did put up quite the fight though."

"Nothing we couldn't handle, of course," Stiff quickly reassured Bee, who had glanced up at the two with concern in her eyes. "What, did you think we'd lose to some mobs?"

Bee gazed back down into the broth, frowning as she stirred it some more. She seemed to contemplate something for a moment, before taking a deep breath. "Stiff. Moth. Mobs that you get food from are passive. They wouldn't fight back." She set the ladle aside, turning to face the two lads and crossing her arms. "So. Mind telling me the truth?"

Stiff laughed. "Aw, man. Come on, Moth, you just had to give us away. How are we supposed to break it to her gently now?" Despite his words and the subtle implications they brought with them, Stiff held a tone of casual friendliness as though he were discussing the weather.

Moth rolled his eyes. "Whatever. I'll just do it. Hi Bee! I'm Moth! And I'm a cannibal! So is Stiff! We hunted and killed our neighbors for sport!"

"Also food," Stiff added on, "but mostly sport."

"It was fun," Moth finished, "and I would one hundred percent do it again."

Bee took a moment to process that before groaning. "The least you could've done was tell me before I cooked everything. You have to season the meat differently." She turned back to the pot, throwing some extra ingredients in. "It'll still be alright, but it could've been better." She covered the pot with a lid. "Any other secrets you two want to share?"

Stiff glanced at Moth before shrugging again. "We don't know if Phil's cool with it or not, so maybe don't give him the soup," Moth suggested. "Or maybe do. Maybe Phil will think it's so good he won't mind it's our neighbors."

#5llsmp #canon divergent #cannibalism #yeah uh that's all I'm gonna tag

[panelshowsource]

HEY NOW...

aw thanks anon!! i did post my gif resources a while ago but i can post an updated one of these soon and include some psds! my gifs really aren't that good tho anon — if i'm being honest, i don't really spend that much time on colouring like i could — so if you can find someone PROPERLY good (usually a film/tv blog, as you can imagine) they may have really expert tips 🤔

as someone who has been at the ugliest end of reddit & discord tv/britcom fans' trolldom (too nice a word, really), and lived through the fucking unending years-long era of that one incel's rule over the panel show subreddit, i understand the reticence to participate in those spaces — even though, these days, they're mostly pleasant enough and subs that supply downloads (tv_bunny is life) are more or less transactional. that said, the purpose of this blog has always been to service the people who can't or don't torrent — who a lot of reddit & discord tv/britcom fans don't have the patience for, but i digress — so it doesn't bother me that a lot of my followers don't know reddit as well as i do. no worries!

omg! recently i watched after life (i love kerry godliman!!!!!!!), dara ó briain's new special, and i've also been doing my biannual re-listen of the entire horne section podcast because it is so fucking impeccable chef's kiss! i was catching up on guessable but it's really, deeply, truly mid, so i kinda gave up for a while and switched over to breeders (martin freeman agenda continues). otherwise non-panel show things, some films like close, return to dust, un beau matin, etc. — but that's for my main hehe i'm someone who wishes i could watch 10000 things in one day T_T

hahaha i do get asked this a lot!!! like you there's just so. many. and i often chicken out of substantially answering this because if i forget anyone i'll kick myself SO hard later

but

back in the day i answered a similar question about some non-comedians i want to see on taskmaster AND I SAID AMELIA DIMOLDENBERG AND IT CAME TRUE

LIKE

MY BRAIN 🧠🧠🧠🧠🧠🧠

SO MAYBE I CAN MANIFEST THINGS LET'S TRY 🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮

this is personal to me, of course, and i'm considering people i really love + who i think would be really fun specifically on taskmaster, so in a somewhat priority order...

robert webb

stephen mangan

martin freeman

catherine tate

jessica hynes

miles jupp

simon amstell (preferably on the same season as jessica hynes because about 15 years ago (literally) i used to watch this clip religiously, and i'm sure that has something very specific to say about why i am the way i am but we don't have time to psychoanalyse me rn)

larry dean

ed byrne

holly walsh

diane morgan

daniel radcliffe

charlie brooker

hugh laurie

susie dent (omg i was CACKLING at susie, who is never on panel shows(!!!), being on the same episode of guessable as nick helm — and now i kinda wanna see her on the same series of tm as nick helm muhahaha)

kayvan novak

limmy

paul foot

bill bailey

lawrence chaney (i also love the vivienne of course! but i think lawrence may be more fit for tm while the vivenne is more fit for something like celeb juice; btw just watched her on guessable with ivo graham, and ivo calling her "viv"...omg...it did something to me...it really did...again, we're not talking about why i am the way i am)

vic reeves

some other randoms people i'd certainly be happy to see, even if they don't make the priority manifesting roster — ahir shah, adam buxton, danny dyer, jimmy carr, graham norton, matt berry, glenn moore, maggie aderin-pocock, gary delaney, hal cruttenden, rhys james, huge davies, josie long, alasdair beckett-king, gino d'acampo, julian barrett, and tonsss of actors but we'd be here all day

i don't think there are many people i vehemently do not want to see on the show. while there are of course a few comedians i just don't like, and if taskmaster puts another tory politician on the panel again i'll fucking write in with my upset, the disappointment i typically feel if and when i see a new lineup is more along the lines of "meh they're fine but they took the place of someone i'd much rather see". but tm is also so good at introducing us to people we may not have seen much of before — and then we love them, so i trust the producers and alex a lot!

🔮 MANIFESTING MANIFESTING MANIFESTING MANIFESTING MANIFESTING MANIFESTING MANIFESTING 🔮

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[questinwitchface]

Do tell me more about "brood" and "self-exposure" too, please, very intriguing

Sorry in advance, this is gonna be a long answer since there's two.

Self-Exposure is a rewrite of The Promise of Cheesecake and a Decent Wine (my 217,000-word, very angsty, SamBucky fake dating fic) from Bucky's perspective. It's really too long for me to summarize in a satisfying way, but if you've read Cheesecake, you'll know the vibe of this one. I have about 3 out of 40 chapters written, so you know... a long ways to go before this one comes out. Anyway, here's a snippet:

This is not going how Bucky wanted it to go.

Bucky had planned to pick up takeout from one of Sam’s favorite restaurants.

He was going to wear one of his nicer shirts and actually put some effort into his hair, enough to look nice but not be suspicious.

He planned to give Sam a bouquet of flowers—he’d been leaning toward sunflowers, since they symbolize adoration and loyalty, and that’s a pretty apt description of Bucky’s feelings for Sam, but he hadn’t decided for sure. He’d planned to talk to the florist and ask for hypoallergenic options before buying any flowers for Sam. He’s pretty sure no matter what he picks, Sam’s going to make fun of him, but Bucky doesn’t really mind.

Old-fashioned or not, Bucky was going to be a gentleman about this. Sam doesn’t deserve anything less, and Bucky used to be good at this sort of thing. Bucky can still be good at this sort of thing, in theory.

Anyway, once he’d surprised Sam with the flowers and his favorite dinner, all that would be left for Bucky to do is just use his words and ask Sam out. He had practiced this the way his therapist suggested, writing out the words, practicing saying them out loud until they didn’t get stuck in his throat anymore.

He can do this.

Simple.

Easy.

It is not fucking easy.

Brood is a mission fic. SamBucky is established, and the two team up with Joaquin and Yelena to take down a group they think is trying to revive the Red Room. This fic will be rated M because it deals with lots of fucked up shit including experimentation on children. Tbh idk if I'll ever finish this one because every time I work on it, I end up working on it for a week, making myself really sad, and then having to take a break from it again. Here's a small snippet:

CW: discussion of child assassins and children being used in war

Sam is exhausted. Not just exhausted, but the kind of bone-deep exhaustion that comes with knowing that he’s about to deal with a horrible sort of mission involving children. He can’t get the little girl’s face out of his mind. The bright red hair pulled back in braids, the way she’d held the knife at the councilwoman’s throat. She couldn’t have been more than six, maybe seven years old.

Sam pinches the bridge of his nose. He’d known child assassins existed in the world. He’d been close friends with Nat, after all. He’d seen children with bomb vests on sent to blow up troops before. It’s not like Sam’s unaware of the awful things that exist in the world. It’s just that it had caught him off guard, that’s all. He wasn’t expecting to see it today.

“You good?” Joaquín asks, sitting down next to him.

“Shouldn’t you be in the cockpit?” Sam asks, looking up at him.

Joaquín shrugs a shoulder. “It’s on autopilot,” he answers.

The blonde woman that had actually stopped the assassination sits across from them, watching. She’s got a relaxed posture, a nonchalant expression, but her eyes are focused and intent as they watch, like Bucky’s would be.

God, Sam wishes Bucky was here. Sam could use a hug right now.

“I’m fine,” Sam tells Joaquín, turning back to look at him. “Just wasn’t expecting a kid.”

“No one ever does,” the woman chimes in. “That’s why it works.”

Want to ask me about my WIPs? Here's the post!

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